The Life Of A Freak

Chapter 30

"Let her go!" A policeman yells at Darren.

We hear a scream and look over to see Vancha gas - exhale in her face which causes a human to pass out - the woman that was talking through the megaphone.

"Chief Inspector!" Someone yells.

"You shoot at me you shoot her." Vancha says.

He and Harkat make their way over to us, using the lady as a shield.

"What are you doing, Darren?" Harkat hissed clearly angry that Darren has "attacked" me.

"It is her plan." Larten explains. "They acted like she angered him, so that he could use her as a shield against the police."

"That's smart." Vancha says, congratulating us on such a good plan.

"They can't fall for that." The Chief Inspector says, waking up...weirdly fast.

"But they did." I lightly smile, but I'm facing the police so I have to remain crying. "Oh and this is very uncomfortable."

"Sorry." Darren laughs.

"Vancha you should go." Larten says.

"Will you be able to flit?" Vancha asks.

"Not in this state."

"Well, I will leave you. Come on Harkat, Darr-"

"No you go with the Chief Inspector." Darren interrupts.

"Hurry, I'm sure they will learn this is a trick soon." I growl.

"Don't be stupid Darren." Vancha growls ignoring my attempts to have him leave.

"You won't be able to hold both Harkat and I. Just take the inspector and go. Use her as a shield."

"I won't be able to come back."

"Good." Larten grins.

Vancha leans into Darren's ear and whispers something. Then puts the lady in his back and runs off. Then he hits flitting speed and it looks like he disappeared.

"We have no choice but to surrender." Darren says.

"Please, this hurts!" I act. Still fake crying.

"I don't know how much longer she can hold this act up..." Darren says.

"Let's go then." Larten says, standing, but quickly wobbling and leaning against Darren.

Darren let's go of me and we walk to the policemen. Darren reluctantly left his sword - apparently he got it from Seba as a gift. Larten left his knife and Harkat his...did he even have a weapon to begin with?

I was still holding onto the brace knuckles but dropped the knife. I quickly stuffed it uncomfortably into my pocket as I tried clearing my eyes of fake tears.

The police men wasted no time to take us to the prison.

They took me to the medical wing. Steve was still unconscious on the bed next to me. I was fine but they insisted I went anyway.

They asked me questions about them.

"Did they do anything horrible to you?" One asked, his name was Mike.

"No. Who told you we- they were murderers?" I ask.

"An anonymous number."

"That sort if suspicious isn't it?"

"Yes, but we had to jump at the chance it was true."

"Well I'm not a hostage and they aren't the bad guys here." I growl.